Charlotte messenger. [volume] (Charlotte, Mecklenburg Co., N.C.) 1882-18??, 1887-07-16

our city, give the words which Thorwaldsen
had chiseled on the open scroll in the hand OF
John Gutenberg, the inventor of the art Of
printing: LET there be lghtp y.Af Ell
Still further: Reformatory societies are an
important element in the rectification Of the
public fountains. Without calling any Of
them by name, refer more especially TO
those which recognize the physical as well as
the moral woes of the world There was
pathos and great deal of common sense in
when he was telling her what very good
woman she ought to be. ''Oh," she said, ''if
you were as hungry and cold as l am, you
could think of nothing else" believe the
great want of our city is the Gospel and
something to eat Faith and repentance are
Of infinite importance: but they cannot sat-
isfy an empty stomach You have to go forth
in this work with the bread of eternal life in
your right hand, and the bread of this
life in your left hand, and then you can touch
them initiating the Lord Jesus Christ, who
first broke the bread and fed the multitude
in the wilderness, and then began to preach,
recognizing the fact that while people are
hungry they will not listen, and they will
not repent We want more common sense
IN the distribution of our charities; fewer
magnificent theories, and more hard work.
Still further: The great remedial influence
is the Gospel Of Christ. Take that down
through the lanes of suffering. Take that
down amid the novels of sin. Take that up
amid the mansions and palaces of your CITY
That is the salt that can cure all the poisoned
fountains Of public iniquity. Do you know that
in this cluster of three cities, New York, Jersey
City and Brooklyn, there are great multi
tude of homeless children You see speak moro
in regard to the youth and the children of the
country, because old villains are seldom re-
formed, and therefore talk more about the
little ones. They sleep under the stoops, in the
burned ut safe. in the wagons in the streets,
on the barges, wherever they can get board
to cover them. And in the summer they sleep
all night long in the parks. Their restitution
is well set forth by an incident A city
missionary asked one Of them: where
is your homer Said he: II don't have no
home, SIR" well, where are your father
and motherp 'They are dead, SIR" Did
you ever hear of Jesus Christie mo, don't
think ever heard of Him." "Did you ever
hear of Godr Eyes, I've heard of God.
Some of the poor people think it kind of lucky
at night to say something over about that be-
fore they go to sleep. Yes, sir, I've heard Of
Him." Think of a conversation like that in
Christian city
How many are waiting for you to come out
in the spirit of the Lord Jesus Christ and
rescue them from the wretchedness herei Oh,
that the Church of God had arms long
enough and hearts warm enough to take them
| upl How many of them there arel As was
thinking of the subject this morning, it
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brink and that these little ones with
cut and torn feet were coming on
toward it. And here is group of
orphans. fathers and mothers, what do
you think of these fatherless and motberless
little ones? No hand at home to take care of
their apparel, no heart to pity them. Said one
little one, when the mother died: "Who will
take care of my clothes nowF' The little ones
are thrown out in this great cold world They
are shivering on the brink like lambs on the
verge of precipice. Does not your blood run
cold as they go over it!
And here is another group that come on to-
ward the precipice. They are the children of
besotted parents. They are worse off than
orphans Look at that pale cheek; woe
bleached it. Look at that cash across the
forehead; the father struck it, Hear that
heart.piercing cry;, a drunken mothers
come out and we say: 30 ye
suffering, peeled and blistered ones,
we come to help you" "Too late!" cry thou
sands of voices. ''The path we travel is
steep down, and we can't stop. Too later
And we catch our breath and we make ter
garnet to cellar, from the gin-shop and from
brothel. "Too latel" 1t is too late, and they
60 over
Here is another group, an army Of
neglected children. They come on toward
the brink, and every time they step ten
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I with the blood of their feet The air is heavy
with their groans. Their ranks are being
| filled up from all the houses of iniquty and
shame. Skeleton Despair pushes them on to-
ward the brink. The death-knell has already
begun to toll and the angels of
of a cataract, While these chill
dren are on the brink they halt and throw
! out their hands, and cry: tHelpl helpl" o
Church of God, will you helpl Men and
4 women bought by the blood Of the Son of
God, will you help! while Christ cries from
the heavens: "Save them from going down;
i am the ransom
II ] stepped on the street and just looked at
the face of one Of those little ones. Have you
ever examined the faces of the neglected chill
dren of the poor' Other children have glad
ness in their faces. When a group of them
rush across the road, it seems as though
spring gust had unloosened an orchard Of
apple blossoms. But these children of the
poor, There is but little ring in their laughter,
and it stops quick as though some bitter
memory tripped it. They have an old walk.
Thsy do. not skip or run up on the lumber
just for the pleasufe Hf leaping down. They
never bathed in the m0uiltaih stream. They
never waded in the brook for pebbles. They
never chased the butterfly across the Town,
putting their hat right down where it was
just before. Childhood has been dashed out OF
them Want waved its wizard wand above the
nre lying where God intended budding giant
of battle. Once iii a while one of these chill
dren gets cut Here is one, fot instance. At
ten years of age he is sent out by his parents,
who say to him: Here is a basket-fi6w
go off and beg and steal" The boy
says: &C can't steal" They kick
him into a corner. That night he puts his
swollen head into the straw; but a voice
comes from heaven, saying Courage poor
boy, couragew Covering up his head from
the beastiality, and stopping his ears from
the cursing, he gots on, better and better.
He washes his face clean at the public by
drant. With few pennies got at running
errands, he gets better coat. Rough
men. knowing that he comes from a low
street, say: Back with you, you little
villain, to the place where you came from"
But that night the boy says: God help me,
| can't go back" and quicker than ever
mother flew at the cry of child's pain, the
Lord responds from the heavens: Courage,
poor boy, co1ragen His bright face gets
him position. After while lie II second
clerk. Years pass on and he is first clerk.
Years pass on. The glory Of young manhood
ison him. He comes into the firyf. He goes
On from one business success to another He
has achieved great fortune He is the friend
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